Orderly, orderly, orderly and neat. Describe doing things in an orderly way.
Generally used in crowded places. Source: Wang Qingfuzhi's Preface to Xitang Yongri: "Production, agriculture and famine relief are divided into three parts ... orderly."
2. Well-organized explanation: well-organized, describing the neat appearance. Describe it clearly and neatly.
Source: Xun Kuang's "Xunzi Confucian Effect": "Well, it makes sense." 3. Orderly explanation: orderly and organized.
Chaos, chaos. Describe speaking and doing things in an orderly way, in no hurry.
4, filed into the explanation: like a fish, one after another. The descriptions are entered one by one in order.
5, orderly explanation: refers to orderly, orderly, not chaotic. An organized look.
Great. 6. Explain step by step: department (category): category and order; Just: return.
The original meaning of writing an article is to arrange chapters, choose words and make sentences according to the content. The latter refers to doing things in a certain step and order.
7. According to the same explanation, the order is good and the people live and work in peace and contentment as before.
2. The significance of orderly ancient poetry preface.
For example, Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip has a parallelism sentence. The preface has many themes, such as explaining the creative background of this poem. Preface can help people understand many things.
"Pipa Line Preface" Author: Bai Juyi Yuan and ten years, I moved to Sima, belonging to Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night.
Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass.
Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly.
I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words.
Life is called pipa xing. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach. By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace."
I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
3. About the orderly poem "Pipa Line Preface" Author: Bai Juyi Yuan and ten years, moved to Sima in Zuo, belonging to Jiujiang County.
Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto.
Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife.
So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited.
Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song "always teach good talents and dress up like an autumn furnace." I can't count all the songs of how noble young people in Wuling once competed nobly.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
There are no folk songs and Guti, but they are rough and harsh. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima Qing is wet.
4. Su Guifeng, a poem with the word "Ya", and Lin Weiting, a nine-day blessed land, should be made into the word "Hui"-Qing Si Qi will benefit all, flowing and flying vertically. Du Fu's eight mourning poems are dedicated to Prince Wan Bihan, the king of Ruyang County, which is elegant and affectionate. Du Fu wrote two poems on the wall of Big Brother Bai's mountain residence-a classic of mountain residence, elegant and coquettish. Li Jifeng and Yanggong, the old city of Chang 'an, should make a system-make friends politely and come at different times. Qian Qi and Du Xianggong moved to Changxing House and presented Yuan Xianggong-the prosperity was all elegant and exciting, throwing double gold at Qingyun. Wang Wei sent Xiong Jiu to Anyang —— Lonely and elegant after Liu. Cheng Zheng's Nocturnal Song-The Han Dynasty was full of fun, and Wei was gentle. Chu Guangxi made Cui Taizhu more elegant, awkward and romantic. Gong Sichu's "Night Banquet and Black Sun" is a high "Lin Ting"-brilliant and elegant, full of prosperity and gloom. Make public the crown prince frequently asks questions and asks for new poems, because there is gratitude-as long as the words are elegant, what is the meaning and ethereal? Geng Kun's history of meeting Zhang Er-nan in Xuancheng is rare in the world. Liu Yuxi, Yang Shangshu of the official department and Li Qing of the official department made an open plan ... and presented ten rhymes-elegant Kansai people dressed in Zhao Beidu. Zhang said that King Huiwen's two elegies-deep and elegant, love Dao County. Meng Jiao sent Ren Zai and two scholars, Qi and Gu, to visit Xuancheng from Dongting, which was elegant and praised by Xie Shousheng. Lu and Cui implored Mr. Zheng-Chu Xiguang was elegant and consulted Yao Shanshi. His works influenced the four schools of Yin. Without seeing Ruxiang Pavilion, he thought of gentleness and handsomeness. It is said that sending a friend to Su He Palace is more elegant. Li Shangyin put forward the 34 rhymes reflected in Liu's "The First Five Classics"-the stars are elegant and the wind and thunder rise and fall. Gu Kuang gave Wei, the head of this department, a gentle and prosperous person and a clear-headed forest pond. Xu Xuan cried about the poem of Gong Qiao, assistant minister of punishments-the world is elegant and the husband is more authentic. Looking back at the past in the cold pool of Li Deyu (I don't want to carve stones in an orderly way)-chasing the past and elegance, and swimming leisurely to the top. Juyuan Yang's ten poems are dedicated to the infinity of spring life-elegance and modesty. Liu Yuxi sent the monk and Liu away-not a translator, not a polite person.
Luo Yin bid farewell to Mr. Pei-there must be masters in the Jin Dynasty, but no one in the Six Dynasties was elegant. Wu Taiwei's "Yunshan Pavilion" is Lu You's second long tune-elegant and romantic, but lovely, and the Guanzhong legacy is important.